The zeitgeist of this era is such that
we claim to be a progressive nation
but cannot give up on prejudices!
A rape victim is raped multiple times
after the actual rape, in social media.
A victim of marital rape is questioned.
Virginity is the assessment of sanctity.
A victim of narcissistic abuse is
judged by the choice made by her!

Why is the victim held responsible
for the savegery of the assailant?

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We danced to that emptiness
Till the dawn
Then dashed into the darkness
Held as pawn

We sang a song with no words
Just beastly wails
Then painted red our swords
Along the bloody trails

We laughed evil for no reason
Till cheeks sore
Then clapped nails on someone
For we were bored

We screamed to eternity with no hope
Till were nearly dead
Then passed our beastly props
To the newly bred

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Laws are unbiased and so they guarantee justice.
But what if laws come from biased minds?

Biased justice !!

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There are little things which matter, things more little which affect us.
Ink knows the intent of thoughts, just the right words take time to shape up, I wanted to write about the little things ,
saw it somewhere,
that sentence really had an impact.
About Hapticality and
haecceity I am concerned here.
That feeling when someone as an effect on you by the virtue of who they are.
Like waiting for someone over the dinner , the eyes glittering on just a simple rice plate, the heart getting heavy by
their melancholy and feeling ebullient on their joy.
A good feeling, a comfortable aura and lot of warmth.
Reading the eyes and interpreting the silence. Saying nothing, understanding everything yet acting dumb as an excuse to ask.
Eating a little less and watching them enjoy the food this whole time.
Craving for the acknowledgment in that look -
These minute Instances where money indeed
has no value are the Little things for me.

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Sometimes I take time to glance these stagnant emotions around me and lament over this vast expanse of the stolid.

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We stink of blood and booze
We stink of unkept truce
We infect the blameless
We infect them with distress
We ingest their pain and rage
We ingest the wars they wage
We stink of brute and bluff
We stink of deeds sinful enough

We are all lost in a looped alleyway of unending and unreasonable insecurities.

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I want to end up in a place where people don't argue about blood, lineage, race, history or justice.
A place where your existence alone is valued and nothing else.

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Not all men can afford themselves the luxury of unbiased thoughts.

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If you can't stand me addressing an issue, then it's sure that me and people like me are the only victims.

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I dream of absolute content
No reproach, No guilt
No constraints, No rules
No struggles, No emotions
Peace and peace only

Some say I'm dreaming of death...

I wonder then what has humanity which boasts of all its eminent achievements, actually achieved...

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